Sometimes...there are so many empty hours and I'm having a hard time filling up this space.
That's the hardest part.
Someday I'd have to move on, but let me just give myself this time to drown.
Or wrap the noose around my neck.
Just let me feel how it feels like to die in death instead of dying while attempting to go through the motions of life at the same time.
I hate being incoherent. Even the words are escaping me. Maybe there's nothing left to say for now.
Maybe I'll just stay in the fetal position so I will hear my stomache eating my heart.